You try to put on your hard-won (and sexy, I might add) rattlesnake shoes, but in your venom-induced haze you failed to size them proper! Looks like you'll need a cobbler to adjust them...
Gazing across the dark landscape, you see a collection of lights to the north. Could this be a town? Maybe you can find a cobbler there!
Life drains away as the venom courses through your veins.
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